Happily Ever After | by purplefeen

Chapter Three: Love Songs

[1. Come Rain or Come Shine]     [2. Angels Would Fall]     [3. What A Girl Wants]
[4. Maybe I'm Amazed]     [5. Smile]     [6. Truly Madly Deeply]
[7. Powerful Stuff]     [8. True Companion]     [9. No One Else On Earth]
[10. Shameless]     [11. Crazy For You]     [12. Good Morning, Beautiful]
[13. I Am Love]     [14. Giving You The Best That I Got]     [15. I'll Make Love to You]

1. Come Rain or Come Shine

I'm gonna love you like no one's loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain, deep as a river
Come rain or come shine

I guess when you met me it was just one of those things
But don't ever bet me
'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me

You're gonna love me like no one's loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together unhappy together
And wouldn't it be fine

Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money
But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine

I'm gonna love you like no one's loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain, deep as a river
Come rain or come shine

6 am Friday

In a penthouse suite of the Bellagio, water fills the white porcelain bathroom sink, and a bouquet of calla lilies lays inside, stems placed carefully to preserve the precious flowers.

A man's black suit coat lies across the still made bed. A black silk tie hangs over the side, trailing lazily onto the floor. A pair of cufflinks sit disregarded on the dresser. A man's black silk dress shirt lays tranquilly in the doorway, still in the vaguely s-shaped pile it landed in as it was discarded.

The beige chenille chair on the other side of the bedroom doorway holds a pair of white satin pumps with a pearl teardrop adornment, the bottoms of the nearly new shoes are worn, as if the owner spent several hours dancing on a rough surface. Like a cobbled rooftop.

A dining chair and the glass topped dining table hold a white silk wedding gown. A pair of black suit pants lays over the arm of the dining chair.

On an end table, next to a black marble lamp sits a man's black shoe. A pair of socks casually neglected rest under the table. The other black shoe is under the square ivory coffee table. One 'Barely Nude' stocking is tucked halfway inside it.

A fire burns in the gas fireplace.

His body covers hers in front of it. His toes push into the carpet as he tries to get greater stability; his knees are feeling weak. One of her legs, the one still clad in a stocking, wraps around his waist, the other is bent and between his. Her foot sits flat on the floor, helping to lift her hips to shift up to meet him.

Her back, chest and torso are covered in a sheen of perspiration that extends up her neck. It pools in the hollow of her throat and his eyes leave hers for just a moment, watching a drop slide lazily and join those already resting there. He dips his head, his tongue laps at the furrow, then he returns to watch her face, her eyes.

His weight rests on his elbows, his arms extending up to where their hands are clasped as intimately as their bodies.

The intensity is almost too much and she can't believe how deeply inside of her he sees. He understands her emotions and squeezes her hands briefly, letting her know that he's got her; he'll never let her fall.

Only the lower halves of their bodies move at all, coming together and drawing apart for the briefest of moments; each action taken with the utmost care. Neither wants to break the connection; they want this moment, this communion, to go on forever. They move just enough to prolong the feeling, sustain it indefinitely.

While the destination is always nice to arrive at; they both know that it's the adventure of the journey that makes the trip worthwhile.

2. Angels Would Fall

The rope that's wrapped around me is cutting through my skin
And the doubts that have surrounded me are finding their way in
I keep it close to me, like a holy man prays
In my desperate hour, it's better that way

So I'll come by and see you again, I'll be such a very good friend
Have mercy on my soul, I will never let you know where my mind has been

Angels never came down, there's no one here they want to hang around
But if they knew, if they knew you at all then one by one the angels
Angels would fall

I've crept into your temple, I have slept upon your pew
I've dreamed of the divinity, inside and out of you
I want it more than truth, I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little, a little death

So I'll come by and see you again; I'll be just a very good friend
I will not look upon your face; I will not touch upon your grace
Your ecclesiastic skin

Angel

I'll come by and see you again; I'll have to be a very good friend
If I whisper they will know; I'll just turn around and go
You will never know my sin

Angels never came down, there's no one here they want to hang around
But if they knew, if they knew you at all then one by one the angels
Angels would fall

11 am Friday

A small, strong, tan hand lifts to knock at the door of the suite. An insistent clearing of a throat from below her stops her hand. Angry hazel eyes glare down at the vampire lying half asleep on the floor in front of the door. Dark brown eyes that once looked at her with love now burn holes through her skin in warning of what will happen if she touches that door and disturbs the occupants within.

She knows him and knows his moods - and his heart. With only a small pout, she leaves.

He settles back in to sleep, arms crossing over his chest; partly to get comfortable, and partly so no one will see the hand that molds itself to the door, wishing he had even a drop of what was inside of this room.

3. What A Girl Wants

I wanna thank you for giving me time to breathe
Like a rock, you waited so patiently
While I got it together
While I figured it out
I only looked, but I never touched
'Cause in my heart was a picture of us
Holdin' hands, making plans
And lucky for me you understand

What a girl wants, What a girl needs
Whatever makes me happy sets you free
And I'm thanking you for knowing exactly
What a girl wants What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me in your arms
And I'm thanking you for giving it to me

What I want is whatcha got
And whatcha got is what I want

What a girl wants, What a girl needs
Somebody sensitive-Crazy Sexy Cool like you
What a girl wants What a girl needs
Somebody who can come and blow her mind like you do

What a girl wants, What a girl needs
What ever keeps me happy sets you free
And I'm thanking you for being there for me.

4 pm Friday

Delicate fingers lift the stems of the flowers out of the sink. Pretty pink lips curve in a smile and she holds them to her chest as she walks into the bedroom.

She places the flowers gently on the bed and lifts the man's suit coat, bringing it to her face and inhaling the scent as she walks over to the closet and places it on a hanger. She retrieves the tie and winds it around her neck as she picks up the black shirt and tries to smooth out some of the wrinkles before hanging it next to the coat in the closet. Her eyes see a hint of black leather hanging reverently at the end of the closet and she smiles, thinking of exactly what that piece of leather means to her.

Crazy Sexy Cool

She picks up the flowers again and walks into the main room of their suite. Her gaze goes immediately to the gown that he had laid so carefully on the table when she was eager just to remove as much of their clothing as quickly as possible.

When she had suggested that they "Slip away" from the wedding reception, she had intended that they return immediately to their room. Instead, he led her through a set of doors marked, 'Bellagio Personnel Only' and led her up to the roof and the most dazzling view she could ever have imagined. Las Vegas was indeed everything the advertisements had claimed. It lit up the night like a gleaming treasure chest against the blackness of the night.

As she stared in awe, he had described the wonder of the sight before his eyes as if it was the most miraculous and beautiful sight he's ever beheld. He seemed so spellbound that she'd started to become slightly jealous - until she turned and saw that he was looking only at her.

He'd held her for hours and sang every love song he could think of to her as they danced on the rooftop of the Bellagio. It wasn't until he'd felt the sunrise that he finally let her lead him down to their room.

She comes back to the present and turns her gaze from her perfect dress to her perfect mate - perfect husband, she smiles - still asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. She tiptoes over to the soft inviting chenille couch and settles herself into a position that affords her an uninterrupted inspection of her now legally bound spouse.

His pale, perfect body is outlined by the dwindling firelight. She smiles at the way his hair is mussed and curling in beautiful waves across his scalp. He hates it this way but she loves it - loves that she's the only one who ever gets to see it like this.

One hand rests on his chest, fingers splayed wide, relaxed at last; the kind of relaxed he only finds in sleep. While he's awake he's always so wired, so tightly wound. Like Tigger. She smiles at that thought.

His body is covered from the waist down by the throw that they found on the hearth. It's deep crimson, his favorite color and it compliments his skin; like roses in the snow. Or sunset in the dessert.

She can't imagine her life without him; she doesn't want to.

She laughs to herself, thinking how silly this whole process has been. Her ridiculous insistence of having everything just so, because that's how she thought she was supposed to act. What makes it really ridiculous is that she doesn't feel any different now. She feels about him exactly the same as she'd felt before. She'd signed the marriage certificate, then watched him, their witnesses, the officiate (whose legal name really was Elvis Presley, middle name Irving) sign it after her and waited for the inevitable warmth to spread through her body. It didn't happen.

Then she realised it was already there. It had been there all along.

She looks up and sees two adoring blue eyes watching her watching him.

He stands and walks to her, lifts her into his arms. She curls her body into his as he carries her into the bedroom.

4. Maybe I'm Amazed

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

Maybe I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

11:30 pm Friday

Lights swirl across the dance floor and he picks up his drink. The lights catch the gold of his ring and he stares at it, amazed. He never thought he'd ever be here. Not here - location, but here - predicament.

Married.

In love forever.

For real this time, reciprocated.

He looks up and sees her returning from the ladies and knows that it was all meant to be; it had to go the way it had. William the Bloody Awful Poet to William the Bloody: vampire, Scourge of Europe.

All of that was the Fates way of bringing him to her.

Bringing him here, where he's supposed to be.

He sees her smile at him and he leads her to the dance floor, aware that everyone here wishes they were him. And if they don't, they should.

5. Smile

And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking into the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes
And she just looks at me
And smiles
Smiles
Smiles

5 am Saturday

He paces in the main room of their suite, impatient. He grabs a cigarette and lights it; she's been in there forever.

He's not good at being told to wait, to be patient.

He sits on the couch, stands and moves to the fireplace. He inspects the knick-knacks on the mantel. He sits in a chair, drums his fingers on the glass top of the table. He lights another cigarette.

What's taking so long? Baths don't take this long; he knows, he's gotten a bath before. He smiles remembering the first time he took a bath with her, the candles, the moonlight, the splashing and the lovemaking.

He stands, impatient again. He goes to the hearth and pokes the charred logs,making sure there are no embers left that may ignite and send this place up in smoke.

He lights another cigarette.

He's gone through five cigarettes when she opens the door. And he sees the red negligee. Sees her in the red negligee.

Wow.

Beautiful. Perfect.

And he's not sure what he's supposed to say. He wants to have just the right words and he's always been good at words…

But nothing comes.

When he looks in her face and sees her smile, he knows he's said just the right thing.

6. Truly Madly Deeply

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need.
I love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do.
I will be strong I will be faithful 'cos I'm counting on a new beginning.
A reason for living. A deeper meaning.
I want to stand with you on a mountain.
I want to bathe with you in the sea.
I want to lay like this forever.
Until the sky falls down on me…

And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry.
The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty.
That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of.
The highest power. In lonely hours. The tears devour you.
I want to stand with you on a mountain,
I want to bathe with you in the sea.
I want to live like this forever,
Until the sky falls down on me

I'll be your hope
I'll be your love, be everything that you need.
I'll love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do

6 pm Saturday

Candles glow warmly in the bathroom, making the porcelain and chrome gleam like a fantasyland. Rivulets of steam rise from the water, fogging the mirrors that line the wall. Bubbles cascade over the side as they recline in the tub, his back against her front. His eyes are closed, absorbing the heat and her. She works the knots from the muscles of his shoulders; she smiles, remembering how he got those knots.

When he relaxes and she hears him sigh, she stops, relaxing herself now; body becoming limp against the cool rim of the porcelain tub.

Relaxed, half asleep, her left hand touches his shoulder, moves lower across his chest. His left hand rises out of the suds to meet it and their fingers entwine as they fall asleep together in the peaceful surrender of the water.

7. Powerful Stuff

She walks down the street a'knockin' 'em dead
Store window dummies even turn their heads
Sure 'nough, its powerful stuff
When I saw her, I burned my black book
Made a proud man Take a second look
Sure 'nough, I think I'm in love
And that's powerful stuff

Naugahyde skirt, black stack heels
Red copper head, dig that wig its unreal
Sure 'nough, Powerful stuff
Old man Atlas, holdin' up the world
He dropped everything for That girl
Sure 'nough, I think I'm in love and its Powerful Stuff

Her hips shakin', Whip snakin', cooked my goose
I tell you that babe shes a fine papoose.
I love her mind , but heres the deal
Shes got the kind of groove like the Batmobile.

She opens up her eyes, and turns on the juice
Pullin' like a magnet and she don't turn loose
Sure 'nough, Powerful Stuff
When she starts a'rockin'
Don't touch that dial
She's a hummin' but a givin'
What a woman-child
Sure 'nough

I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love
And that's Powerful Stuff

Midnight Saturday

They've decided to all go out together tonight because tomorrow the gang are going back home to Sunnydale and they've spent no time with their friends since the wedding.

She sends him on ahead, telling him she'll be down shortly. He has no idea.

He's talking to his friends, the males anyway, the females are gathered and peering into store windows.

She finally comes out of the elevator and he feels her immediately. He turns - but that can't be her. Tight black top that's almost not there. The smallest red leather skirt he's ever seen - and he's been around. Black stockings tucking into garters that more than peek out from under her short short skirt. Black 'fuck me NOW' pumps that make him want to. Beautiful red hair hanging in waves down her beautiful back that's clearly visible because of the non-existent back to her top.

He smiles. It is.

Without a glance in their direction, she seems to instinctively know they've seen her and will follow; she heads across the lobby and out the door.

He runs to catch up. He doesn't see the girls giggle at his behavior. They knew what was coming. The other two contemporary males have missed it as well, they were right behind him.

All night, he flashes golden eyes and fangs at every male within a twenty foot radius of her. Including those who came with him.

She's his - and nobody better forget it.

No matter what she happens to be wearing.

Damn, its nice having a wife.

8. True Companion

Baby I've been searching like everybody else
Can't say nothing different about myself
Sometimes I'm an angel
And sometimes I'm cruel
And when it comes to love
I'm just another fool
Yes, I'll climb a mountain
I'm gonna swim the sea
There ain't no act of God girl
Could keep you safe from me
My arms are reaching out
Out across this canyon
I'm asking you to be my true companion

So don't you dare and try to walk away
I've got my heart set on our wedding day
I've got this vision of a girl in white
Made my decision that it's you all right
And when I take your hand
I'll watch my heart set sail
I'll take my trembling fingers
And I'll lift up your veil
Then I'll take you home
And with wild abandon
Make love to you just like a true companion
You are my true companion
I got a true companion

2:24 am Sunday

They leave the club, set to walk and talk and enjoy each other for the few hours they have left before the bulk of them leave for home. His eyes never leave her form as he talks to his oldest friend, still unbelieving of her outfit. He's afraid that if he stops looking, he'll find that it's all been an illusion and she'll be dressed in orange overalls and a vomit-coloured jumper.

Until…

She can't blame him when his eyes finally drift from her. No one possessing as much testosterone as he could resist that much chrome.

They're passing a Harley-Davidson dealership and the shimmering specimens in the window are a sight to behold. The other girls have moved on, but she stops them with a word and they backtrack, following the grown-up boys into the toyshop.

They all separate, admiring their favorites. Her oldest friend has found a drool-worthy item, his oldest friend has drifted toward another. As is typical, she knows, he can't seem to decide which is the most appealing.

She takes his hand and walks around with him, discussing the merits and setbacks of each. By the time they finish, the others have had their fill and are standing near the exit, patiently waiting for the newlyweds to finish sightseeing.

Each wishing for someone who understands them that well.

They finally all head out the door and before they can take more than a few steps in their original direction, he is pulling her across the street to a metaphysical bookstore he spotted. The others shrug at each other, but smile widely as they follow their friends across the street.

They stand in the bookstore and watch him watch her. She searches the shelves and he points out a statue she might like. She finds a couple of things she likes and asks the sales-warlock to hold them until the next night, when she can pick them up.

They leave, hand in hand, the others almost forgotten, but following behind.

9. No One else on Earth

I've been a rock and I've got my fences
I never let them down
When it comes to love I keep my senses
I don't get kicked around
I shivered once - you broke into my soul
The damage is done now I'm out of control
How did you get to me?

No one else on Earth
Could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on Earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you

You can make me want you any time you want to
You're burnin' me alive
I can't deny you even when I catch you
Weavin' a weak alibi
'Cause when the night falls you make me forget
Your love is killin' me and it ain't over yet
How did you get to me?

No one else on Earth
Could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on Earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you

I shivered once you broke into my soul
The damage is done now I'm out of control
How did you get to me?

No one else on Earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you

No one like you
No one like you

4:30 am Sunday

The girls down their drinks and giggle about the honeymoon. The dark, noisy club covers their conversation. It's the perfect setting for the group to tease her about her new status.

His Mrs.

And the honeymoon that goes with that status. They speculate and coerce, trying to get her to reveal a detail or two, but she quietly smiles and shakes her head. Her time with him is private, no one's business but their own.

She surreptitiously glances toward the pool table where he and a few others are playing; she doesn't see him doing likewise to her.

Her ear catches the girls conversation again, they're talking about her first boyfriend, and not too kindly; his departure wasn't made under the best of terms. But how can she feel badly about him, if that one hadn't left, she'd never have discovered her love for him.

He walks up to her then and wraps his coat around her shoulders, asking her to hold it for him while he plays. She feels warm inside of it.

They're still talking about whats-his-name, that guy that left her. She smiles as she slips her arms into the coat. She decides that the topic is a natural one considering the circumstances. It's expected that the discussion would turn toward how they got here. But she knows what comes next. The predictable turn from her ex to his.

The pain that comes is one that she's learned to hide well. A century. How could only a year and a half compare to that? She knows he loves her; loves her unreservedly and without question.

He instinctively covers her eyes whenever a frog suddenly appears on television or in a movie. He tells her to turn away if he sees a demon's victim before she does. She's seen it thousands of times before; she's seen the inside of the morgue more times that a mortician. But he still tells her not to look, wanting to save her the pain of seeing it again. Because it is painful, no matter how often she sees it and he knows this, even if it doesn't affect him at all.

She tunes in her friends and the discussion is still on his immortal beloved and she doesn't think she can take it anymore. Not today, not now.

Not on her honeymoon.

She stands, ready to make her excuses and escape to the lavatory, but he's in front of her, already knowing what she feels and what she needs. He leads her to the dance floor, wrapping her in his arms and his love, protecting her from the outside world in a way that no one, not even a slayer, could ever do.

10. Shameless

Well I'm shameless
When it comes to loving you,
I'll do anything you want me to,
I'll do anything at all.

And I'm standing
Here for all the world to see,
Oh, baby that's what's left of me,
I don't have very far to fall.

You know now I'm not a man who's ever been
Insecure about the world I've been living in.
I don't break easy, I have my pride,
But if you need to be satisfied

I'm shameless.
Honey, I don't have a prayer.
Every time I see you standing there
I go down upon my knees.

And I'm changing,
Swore I'd never compromise,
Oh, but you convinced me otherwise.
I'll do anything you need.

You see in all my life I've never found
What I couldn't resist, what I couldn't turn down.
I could walk away from anyone I ever knew,
But I can't walk away from you.

I have never had anything have this much control on me.
I've worked too hard to call my life my own.
And I've made myself a world, and it's worked so perfectly,
But it sure won't now, I can't refuse,
I've never had so much to lose.
And I'm shameless…

You know it should be easy for a man who's strong
To say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong.
I've never lost anything I ever missed,
But I've never been in love like this.
It's out of my hands.

I'm shameless.
I don't have the power now,
And I don't want it anyhow,
So I gotta let it go.

4:30 am Sunday

He looks up from the pool table and sees her smile at something one of the others said. He feels a tap on his arm and sees its time to resume his game. The club is noisy and crowded, but he can feel her as if she were standing next to him and whispering her thoughts in his ear.

He feels that she's a little melancholy but he can't hear the girls' conversation, but the other vampire can and tells him its only a little banter about her ex. He figures that's expected, now that she's with him. Forever. By nature's laws and now man's as well.

She's his now but suddenly he feels like their wedding rings and his claiming bite on her neck aren't enough of an outward sign of that. He excuses himself and walks to her, taking off his coat on the way. When he reaches her side, he drapes it around her. She's so tiny that it envelops her and he smiles at the sight. Perfect.

He goes back, sets up a few shots and does well, but his gaze keeps straying to her and at last he misses. The others take their turns and the game is over but he doesn't realise. He sees only her. The others taunt him about his lack of concentration but he doesn't hear them. All of his energy is focused on her.

The others playing pool have started a new game without him. He's lost and they know it. Lost in her. And he doesn't seem to care if they tease him about it.

She's feeling sad, he knows. Heartbreakingly sad.

He extends his senses over to her table and he hears one word. One name.

He growls, unbelieving that they could be so foolish. Like that loony bint makes any difference in his world now. If his ex baggage were to ask for help, he wouldn't go; he'd never do that to her. He'd probably send her sire, he's not a monster after all; but he wouldn't go himself.

She has come to mean more to him in seventeen months than the nutter did in one hundred years. And not just because she loves him back.

Because of who she is. Because of what she does. Because of how she makes him feel. Because of what she says and thinks and wants and needs and loves and cares for.

Because she makes him more than he ever could be without her.

He's at her side, and he's not going to let her run. She's everything to him. She will always be everything to him.

And she'll never have to doubt that, he'll make sure of it. He leads her onto the dance floor and even though a bouncingly fast Oingo Boingo song is playing, he holds her close, dancing to a tune only she can hear. Others look on at the silly couple who aren't moving in time to the music, but they don't care.

They dance for themselves and he sings to her, letting her know that where she is concerned, he's shameless.

11. Crazy for You

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

I see you through the smokey air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all

Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you

5:52 am Sunday

The elevator doors open and some nameless strangers enter it, the man holding the door for the crowd of people hugging and talking. After a moment, when no one turns to enter, he smiles at them and allows the doors to close.

They don't seem to want to leave each other, but the sun is rising and their plane takes off in an hour. And they still have to gather their luggage and transport themselves to the airport. Not to mention keeping the flammable member of their group safe from the sun.

Several people walk by as the girls hug each other endlessly and the men smile and tease him mercilessly. He doesn't deny any of it.

They unknowingly block the path of a few guests who make rude comments, but they don't notice or don't care. A hotel maintenance man and woman struggle through the group and when the man looks at the redhead with the hot legs for a second longer than necessary, he receives a sound slap to the back of his head, but when he turns around, everyone is still talking as if they hadn't seen him at all.

When a room service attendant needs to get through, they feel guilty and break up at last, taking two different elevators but leaving the happy couple still in the lobby. When she tried to get on with her friends, he held her back, pulling her into his arms and feeling her warmth. At last another elevator comes and they enter. She pulls him up against her as soon as the doors close and kisses him like she's wanted to for hours, but would never have the nerve to in front of their friends.

He stops the kiss after only a few seconds and smiles at her as he pulls back and pulls a ring of keys out of his pocket. She looks a question at him as he takes a funny looking key, with a circular stem and inserts it into a slot in the elevator's control panel. The elevator stops. She waits, but no alarms go off; no bells, whistles, ringing or anything else to signal that one of the elevators has stopped working.

He pulls her back into his arms, leaning into her and squeezing her between himself and the wall. Her arms encircle his neck as she marvels at what a clever vamp she took as a mate.

One arm holds her waist as the other travels down, across her hip to the soft skin of her leg that peeks out above her stockings. His fingertips tease and caress her leg, moving around to mold itself to her silk covered derriere. His fingers slip underneath as his mouth moves from her mouth to her cheek, then down to the column of her neck. He adores her neck.

His fingers cool her heated flesh as he slips further inside her panties.

She feels flush and excited and she decides that its her turn to play. With as much strength as she can muster, she pushes him back against the other wall of the elevator and sinks to her knees before him. A broad smile graces her lips as she takes in his shock at her bold display and she watches his face beneath her lashes as she runs her hands up his legs and strokes him through the denim.

He's confused when he sees her reach for her purse. She pulls out her lipstick and applies a new coat of 'Passion Plum' to her lips. She knows he's watching her closely, his eyes following her hands and lips. She puts the lipstick back in her purse and blows him a kiss before she reaches for him again.

When her fingers start to unbutton his jeans, he relaxes back against the wall, knowing that very soon he won't be able to stand on his own. As soon as his erect cock escapes its confinement, he watches her perfectly shaped lips wrap around the head of his dick and knows now why she stopped to apply the lipstick. Whatever the hell that colour is, he's going to buy her a case of it.

Her tongue peeks out from between her dark reddish-purple lips and licks the drop of liquid that seeps out. She leans her head back and with exaggerated slowness, she makes a show of swallowing it and he can almost see the pearly white drop travel across her tongue and down her throat.

His knees go weak. He knew he was going to need this wall to hold him up.

His cock is hard and aching and calling to her, so she returns to it, taking nibbling bites up the staff until she reaches the crown. Those dark lips close around him again and he growls deep in his throat and she smiles around him. She goes down, taking him in deep and uses her teeth to scrape the velvety softness of him when she pulls back.

She goes down deep again, and pulls back quickly with her lips. She loves the sensation so she does it again and again and again, deep-throating him as far as she can.

His hands fist in her long copper hair, slowing her down. He'll never last this way. She goes down, slower this time and swallows when he's deep in her throat. He uses his hands to adjust her hair, pulling it off to the side and out of the way; he loves to watch her mouth on him.

The lipstick is his undoing.

Those perfect dark lips wrapped around his pale cock, combined the with the suction and strangulation of it as she swallows and he holds her head in place and cums in her mouth, stroking himself in and out a couple of times as he does. He slows, calming now, but he's still deep in her mouth and she's still swallowing around him and those lips are still…

His cock, working with a mind of its own, hardens instantly and shoots another load of his sweet sum down her throat and she moans as she swallows every last drop. He tastes like sweetened condensed milk, and she can never get enough.

He gently pushes her back this time, needing a break, needing to breath, needing to regain his equilibrium. He holds out his hand and helps her to her feet, pulling her to him, kissing her with a passion that lets her know how much he loves her and loves what she can do with that gorgeous mouth of hers.

His hands pull her face close and he feels the electricity when their lips touch. Her body melts against him with the kiss. This is what she wants. This is why she mated with him, why she married him, why she'll gladly become a vampire with a soul and be with him forever. This feeling when she's in his arms and he's kissing her and nothing and no one else exists in the world except the two of them.

When she suddenly feels his fingers on her and he slips them up inside of her, she smiles and thinks that maybe a little of the reason she wants to be with him forever is because of his pussy fetish.

His mouth never stops kissing her, his tongue dancing with hers as he uses his fingers to bring her to orgasm. Two and then three, pounding inside of her, slightly bent and hitting that wonderful and infamous g-spot. He can find it and strike it every time.

As she gasps for breath, she tries to find something to hold onto to hold her up. He helps her by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. His hands dig into the soft flesh of her bottom as he lifts her and positions himself at her entrance and lets her drop slightly, sheathing him as she lowers.

He backs her into the wall and uses her position as leverage to slowly slip in and out of her warm, wet cunt. He rests his forehead against hers and holds her eyes as they fuck.

The feelings going through them are exhilarating and overpowering and she doesn't know if she can take the intimacy. She closes her eyes. He's so far inside of her; mind, body and soul. She's never let anyone in like this, never been *invaded* like this. She feels like she's losing herself; no longer sure if she has a beginning and end of herself.

She opens her eyes and looks into the bluest eyes she's ever seen. They're so clear and strong and she can see way down inside of him, down to his soul. She knows he supposedly doesn't have one but the love shining out of those blue eyes makes her believe that a soul isn't all its cracked up to be.

Him.

He's what she lives for, what she'll die for.

She knows that she'll be happy forever in those blue eyes. She doesn't want to be, if its not inside those eyes.

His movements have sped up and she feels weak and strong at the same time. Their lips meet as their bodies explode into each other. Wave after wave of energy passes through them and it feels like the world ended and they've absorbed the explosion.

As they hold each other and pant through the aftermath, he turns the key and the elevator continues its journey toward their room.

12. Good Morning, Beatiful

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day

I couldn't see the light
I didn't know day from night
I had no reason to care
But since you came along
I can face the dawn
Cause I know you'll be there

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day

I never worry
If it's raining outside
Cause in here with you girl
The sun always shines

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day

Oh it's a good morning beautiful day
Good morning beautiful day
Good morning beautiful
Beautiful day
Good morning beautiful day
Good morning beautiful day

6:03 pm Sunday

He feels something touch his face as he sleeps and opens his eyes to find his face full of silky flame-red hair. He pulls it aside and sits up, looking at the clock. Almost sunset.

He soundlessly whispers 'Good Morning, Beautiful' to her. He doesn't want to wake her but the movement of air must have reached her because she mumbles and turns in her sleep, snuggling against his side.

She mumbles some more in her sleep and he smiles. Her animated dreams are just another thing he loves about her.

He touches her hair, sweeping it over her shoulder and letting it cascade down her back. Some of the artificial curl from the night before is still in it and he runs his fingers through it, letting the curls caress and wind around his fingers.

He feels that the last rays of the sun are about to descend, so he quickly stands and moves to the window. With extra care, so that he doesn't become vampire flambé, he opens the curtain until the sunlight falls across her back, illuminating her opalescent skin and glorious red hair.

He's only done this once or twice before. He becomes mesmerized by the light that kisses her skin. He wishes he could touch the flames that burn in her hair when the sunlight plays with it.

He loves seeing her in daylight, but it brings to mind the day when she'll no longer be able to bathe in the light. As much as he can't wait for it, he also dreads that day - or that night. She belongs in the sun, he knows this.

But she belongs to the night. She chose it. And it chose her.

She wakes, turns and blinks at the light in her eyes. She's blinded for a moment and she calls to him. He moves the curtain just enough to allow her to see. She smiles up at him and stretches to wake up. The light and shadows dance on her body and he can't stay away from her any longer.

13. I Am Love

If I talk too much you see
I'm tryin' desperately to be understood
If I seem a little shy
Its for all the times that I hid my heart in the dark

Like in all the story books
The white knight came and took the little girl
Alone in the world
You don't try to overwhelm
When I sometimes undersell the way I feel
Now I believe

I am love, love
Always here to give you what you need
Like you do for me
I am love, love
For the first time I know that its real
Oh, you make me feel
I am love

You mend the ragged edge
Of a heart that's always fled the merry-go-round
When I tell my little jokes
Your eyes shine as I float in the clouds
I'm not comin' down

You always build me up
And you're not afraid to touch what's on my mind
You'll always find

I am love, love
Waiting here to give you what you need
Like you do for me

You walk inside the wind
Pushin' me to bend
Teaching me to live today
Oh, all of my dreams have just come true
Say that you are here to stay

I am love, love
Waiting here to give you what you need, yeah
Like you do for me
I am love, love
For the first time I know that its real
Oh, you make me feel
I am love

I am love
Always here to give you what you need
Like you do for me
I am love

11:40 pm Sunday

They walk out of their hotel, smiling like the world is a brand new exciting discovery. They hold hands and every one who sees them knows that these two must be newlyweds. People who've been together for a long time just don't act that carefree and happy.

She gasps as the huge fountains of the Bellagio come to life; the water and lights and music creating its own dramatic opera. Watching the display with awe, she misses a crack in the walkway and stumbles, but he catches her before she can fall. Laughing, he turns and she jumps onto his back, piggy-back style, so that he can carry her as she watches the dancing fountains. He stops and waits for the show to conclude before moving on down to The Strip. She wiggles and tries to get him to put her down, but he resists, liking her just where she is, cuddled up close to him.

Just past Mandalay Bay, he stops and drops her. He motions for her to stay quiet and stay here as he walks down a narrow alley.

Master vampire in action. She's not going to miss this and as stealthily as she can, she follows him.

A woman is being attacks by two vamps and he tosses the woman in her direction before setting to work on the demons. She points the woman to safety before settling back against the wall to watch the show. Her only thought is sympathy for the soon to be ex-vampires.

You are so very very dead.

She knows he's showing off for her when he takes his time killing them, taunting them and letting them get in a punch or two before doing an awesome flip and landing behind them, then staking both of them at once.

She claps, he bows. He smiles and walks up to her, takes her hand and kisses her fingers before they head out of the alley.

Hand in hand, they set off down the road again, taking in the energy and excitement that is Las Vegas after midnight.

14. Giving You The Best That I Got

Ain't there something I can give you
In exchange for everything you give to me
Read my mind and make me feel just fine
When I think my peace of mind is out of reach

The scales are sometimes unbalanced
And you bear the weight of all that has to be
I hope you see that you can lean on me
And together we can calm a stormy sea

We love so strong and so unselfishly
And I tell you now that I made a vow
I'm giving you the best that I got, baby
Yes I tell you now, that I made a vow
I'm giving you the best that I got, honey

Everybody's got opinions
'Bout the way they think our story's gonna end
Some folks feel it's just a superficial thrill
Everybody's gonna have to think again

We love so strong and so unselfishly
They don't bother me so I'm gonna keep on
Giving you the best that I got, baby
They don't bother me, said I'm gonna keep on
Giving you the best that I got, listen baby

Somebody understands me
Somebody gave her heart to me
I stumbled my whole life long
Always on my own, now I'm home

My weary mind is rested
And I feel as if my home is in your arms
Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song
And I think I want to sing it forever

We love so strong and so unselfishly
And I made a vow so I tell you now
I'm giving you the best that I got, baby
I bet everything on my wedding ring
I'm giving you the best that I got, givin' it to you baby

12:16 pm Monday He wakes, feeling as if something is wrong. His hand reaches out and finds only empty and cooling sheets. He sits up abruptly, looking around. Cream wallpapered walls and cherry furniture meet his gaze, but the one thing he wants to see isn't there. He closes his eyes and examines the hotel suite; living room, dining room, powder room, her loo, his…

He can't find her, can't feel her, but something's wrong in his bathroom. Feels like a black hole - - A PORTAL?!?

He jumps up and runs…

She's there, meditating peacefully in a circle made of salt. He sighs, grateful that he's found her. He should have realized; he's felt the nothingness of her circle hundreds of times before - at home, both theirs and her parents - and he should have known she'd be missing it.

This is her, the essence of her. The calm that she finds within this circle. The strength that makes her able to handle the absurdity and horrors of her daily life. He thinks about the dangers she faces in her work for the forces of Good. And how he now works for the same cause. He smiles.

He's so afraid sometimes for her. But proud also. He remembers a grudging admiration for her courage back when… well, when he was trying to kill her. He feels ashamed for this. Ashamed for whatever it was about him before the chip that didn't allow him to see her for what she truly was. And how perfect she would be for him. And he for her.

She begins to chant quietly within her circle and he leans into the doorframe, watching her.

He hopes that he has become one of the things that gives her strength; that brings her peace. He's pretty sure he is, but you never really know, do you? Never really and truly know what's inside of a person - or a vampire.

He thinks of her smile the other night when he couldn't find the words to tell her how beautiful she looked. He thinks of her face when she told him that pain makes you focus the night they eloped. He thinks about how she's always so eager to wear the collar, about the trust that shows.

Maybe you can know what's inside of a person. As long as she's that person. Everything about her shines through her eyes. Everything she is, she shows to him, only to him. And he can say anything to her - anything. He's always afraid he'll go too far, reveal too much; he is a demon after all, in addition to being a man, but she…

She's thanking the goddesses and he knows its almost finished. He walks back to the bed and settles back in, knowing she'll be joining him soon.

There are things about himself that he's been hiding, things he's been afraid to let surface. But she gives him everything of herself and he knows now that he can do no less for her.

15. I'll Make Love to You

Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I will do anything, girl you need only ask

I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to

Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me you know I'll do

I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to

Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life
Your life
Your life

I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to
The maids all know not to go in there unless the 'Please Clean This Room' sign is on the door. Whoever - whatever - is in that room doesn't like to be disturbed. Clarice swears she saw an animal in there, almost human in appearance but with glowing yellow eyes and fangs that could rip you apart. It was crouched on all fours by the sofa when she went in and she was frozen in place, knowing she was about to meet su Dios. It looked at her and growled but a tinkling of laughter from the bedroom caught its attention and her feet suddenly remembered exactly where the door was.

Clarice won't go anywhere near that floor anymore, let alone that room. The others don't believe a word of it. Yes, the room has been a mess once or twice in the two weeks since the honeymooners came, but Gene Simmons did much worse than that. So did the Bush girls.

Tonight, as Selene walks by to deliver towels to 3608, she hears a sound that makes her cross herself.

Maybe Clarice isn't so crazy.

She runs ahead, concentrating on the task at hand - delivering the towels with a friendly, sweet smile - hoping to erase the memory of that sound from her mind.

A few minutes earlier

Within, a pair of red jeans that have been torn apart at the seams lies just inside the door. A black t-shirt is ripped up the center and hangs where it landed, on the inside doorknob. A white Sketcher with lime green stripes, or what used to be said sneaker as the sole has been ripped off, sits by the hearth grate. Its twin is nowhere in sight.

A striped, sleeveless turtleneck sweater, turtleneck missing, lies in tatters under the coffee table. It looks like it was clawed apart by an angry beast. It was. Nothing comes between Him and what He wants. And the world will know what belongs to Him; legions will fall if ever His mark is covered again.

No drunken college prat will ever try to paw her again.

A tiny piece of silver chain, part of what was once a necklace, peeks out from between the shredded remains of the sweater. Another piece is on top of the coffee table; another in the vase of flowers on the counter of the wet bar; another lies atop the gilded frame of a Monet reproduction that hangs on the wall. There are twenty-six separate pieces of the once eighteen-inch necklace around the room, as the maids will discover later, not wanting to know how it got this way.

A pair of black jeans are crumpled on a beige dining chair and black Doc Martens lie among the shards of glass that used to be the dining table itself.

There are claw marks on the bedroom door, as if whatever it was that destroyed the things in this room was trying to reach its prey within.

But now the door is open and within the bedroom, all is almost serene. A lone candle lights the way, the darkness enfolds those within like a lover. The corners and edges of the room are shrouded in blackness, still and inconspicuous, as if hoping to remain unnoticed and therefore untouched, unscathed.

The first thing noticeable is the woman; pale, naked, skin glowing in the light of the candle. The light clings to her; embraces her, shows her for the creature she truly is.

She's on her knees, facing the foot of the now linen-less bed. She moves, eases herself up and down, using her knees for leverage. Her back bowed, arms behind and beneath her as she uses their strength to rise and fall. Beads of sweat glisten as they rivulet down her smooth skin, making her whole body sparkle in the candlelight.

Her head is thrown back, hair falling like a river of fire below her. Her mouth is open in a soundless scream of ecstasy.

A large triangle of jagged glass, from the now deceased dining table in the other room, sits on the corner of the bed, one point dripping blood, but otherwise inconsequential.

She gasps and suddenly leans forward, hands grasping at the ankles of the legs that she sits on top of. She rides him harder now, powerful and strong, like she's learning to be.

Still he doesn't move and the cause becomes evident as he comes into view.

He is a monster, with golden eyes and obtruding rough forehead. He - it - he… lies prone beneath her, arms stretched above his head and affixed to the headboard by a pair of glowing blue handcuffs. His torso is pulled taut as her body works his, pulling at every bit of pleasure she can give him.

When she leans forward, the torture begins anew. Her hair falls forward, covering her face - and uncovering her back. The scent was torture enough but the sight…

Across the back of each shoulder she has cut herself. Deeply enough to bleed. Deeply enough that the blood flows delicately. A dark, magick-laced drug that he is addicted to. That he craves almost as much as he craves her body. Sometimes more.

Long crimson streaks of Perfection. Magnificence. Willow.

He pulls again on the handcuffs, but he knows they won't give.

She arches back again and grinds down into him - hard - and he feels her pussy eating him alive. She comes - and comes - and comes - and every grasping, tightening flex of her cunt is a fantastic torment.

When at last he lets go and gives in to her, the dam bursts inside of her, filling her with the best part of him - the liquefied embodiment of him that stays with her when his cock no longer joins him to her physically. The handcuffs disappear and his arms can finally move to her. His hands grab hold of her hips with a grip that is both agonizing and glorious.

All control is gone; everything is primal. He holds her as still as he can as he convulses; his body shaking as he pushes himself up farther inside of her, as far as he can possibly get without ripping her open with his claws.

A shattering roar pierces the night and the other inhabitants of the hotel curl into themselves in their beds, pulling the blankets up over their heads, wanting to remain ignorant of whatever it is that goes bump in the night.

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